No poacher’s jeep shakes their spines,
nor crack of gun nor bullet’s whine;
not the lion’s mane nor snarl nor roar;
not the droll hyena nor tusked boar.
No, an elephant’s greatest fear,
teetering a tremble down their trunks,
is to be transformed into a deer,
sensing their girth and greatness shrunk.
If the tigers scorned a massive size,
would they hunger for the thinner guise?
And if they ignored a broader build
bolstered by an elephantine heart,
could an elephant accept, thrilled,
the tiger’s teeth, bared behind lips apart,
for a tinier portion and part?